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Dream In An Old-Timey Air-Raid Rathole Shelter
A single-cell jiggle'jerk
joke
got told upon me some days ago.
So
much fun it was that i became wetted
of trou.
(Pants to ye bloody
'mericans).
A populist priest tried to tidy me up (go down, Moses)
with an ancient loincloth said to once
have been worn by Jesus, St, Peter, and Pope John XXIII,
(in that order, respectively)
I expressed my doubts as to the
verity of such redoubtable relic,
and was thus subject to chants of "You're a Doubting
Tom'ass !"
in high-pitched screachies as if by1000s of mice. /But they
were all White, so y'knew they had to be (all)right / & anyway they
shut the hell up at 17 past midnight
The plot just thickened'n'thickened, plodding it's way to the
uranium mine.
The Guarding Angel just smirked & said:
"it's yo'ur'anus, just like your mind.
Drag it on or leave it behind.
Ain't
no gawdamn
concern
of
mine."
It was way past time to part company, and as we did, we saluted the (obsolete!) hammer/sickle flag, as a sign of our solitary Solidarity,
yielding
to none, and contracting-out
our most lethal ass'ettes
to the boys in the bunker
(down) below.
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joke
got told upon me some days ago.
So
much fun it was that i became wetted
of trou.
(Pants to ye bloody
'mericans).
A populist priest tried to tidy me up (go down, Moses)
with an ancient loincloth said to once
have been worn by Jesus, St, Peter, and Pope John XXIII,
(in that order, respectively)
I expressed my doubts as to the
verity of such redoubtable relic,
and was thus subject to chants of "You're a Doubting
Tom'ass !"
in high-pitched screachies as if by1000s of mice. /But they
were all White, so y'knew they had to be (all)right / & anyway they
shut the hell up at 17 past midnight
The plot just thickened'n'thickened, plodding it's way to the
uranium mine.
The Guarding Angel just smirked & said:
"it's yo'ur'anus, just like your mind.
Drag it on or leave it behind.
Ain't
no gawdamn
concern
of
mine."
It was way past time to part company, and as we did, we saluted the (obsolete!) hammer/sickle flag, as a sign of our solitary Solidarity,
yielding
to none, and contracting-out
our most lethal ass'ettes
to the boys in the bunker
(down) below.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwppppppp
2019DankozakArtpooms+highArtBadPhotos
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